Fifteen years later...

Hack limped through the black hallways of the large mansion, the emptiness of the halls and rooms filling him with dread. There were no lights in the hall, the moon high in the night sky. The only light was of the moon shining through the windows high up on the walls creating patches of light along the floor.

Hack her his broken arm, blood dripping down his fingertips. His tophat was torn slightly as was the rest of his clothing, cuts and bruises along his entire body. No one stood a chance against their attacker, everyone else was gone, he was all that was left. Looking back his eyes widened in fear as he spotted a red glow piercing through the darkness.

He quickened his pace, desperate to get away from his pursuer, if he didn't he knew he would meet his end. As he hurried down the hallway the dreaded sound of echoed footsteps grew fainter as time went on. He rushed to a door at the end of the hallway, convinced that it was the exit to the cursed manor that would soon act as his tomb.

They all should have seen it coming, they all knew that something like this would happen if they pushed "him" over his limit. They stabbed "him" in the back metaphorically, now he was stabbing them in the back VERY literally. As Hack reached the door he used his good arm to push open the route to freedom...only to find an empty room.

He knew he was trapped, there was no way out, he could only take comfort in the fact that his children would be spared and looked after, their killer may have been merciless to him and his friends, but they had all knew the person that would carry out the overdue karma would never harm their children, he was out for revenge not a mass murder, hell even a few of Hacks friends were spared for having had no connection to the betrayal that cost most of them their lives.

All Hack could do was earn himself another few seconds of living by making his way into the room and shutting the door, locking it on the inside. As he was closing the door he saw the figure that was following him approaching, a few dozen feet away from the door, something glowing red in its hand.

He backed up to the far end of the room and hid in the darkness. He heard the footsteps growing closer and closer to the locked door, knowing full well nothing could save him from his determined fate. The footsteps stopped outside the door, a red glow coming from underneath the wooden gates that only reminded him that this was the end.

The door burst open and the red glow shone brightly through the darkness. Hack was shaking, fearing his judgement before giving out a sigh and slumping back, accepting his end. He watched as the silhouette in the red glow walked slowly towards him, two crimsion eyes being the only visible feature in the black figure. Those eyes, they were filled with hate, anger, a lust for revenge.

"So...this is what our friendship has led us to?" Hack asked quietly.

"There is no friendship Wonder, not anymore, not after the Château D'if." The figure spoke in a deep voice, glaring at Hack. "If we were truly friends you would have come to me in my hour of need, like I had done countless times for you all those years ago." The figure began taking the final steps forward. "Your own choices led you here, I am merely the bringer of your judgement."

Hack sighed and closed his eyes. "Just make it quick..."

"I intend to. Goodbye Hack Wonder..." The voice said as it grabbed Hack by the throat and began to squeeze.

"Goodbye...*cough* Treble..." Hacks last words rang out in his killers mind.

"I don't deserve that name anymore..." With that he finished-

*SLAM* HEY!!! What the hell are you doing on my computer?!

Oh shit I gotta go!

Hey! Get back he-shit, she got away...wait...what was she typi-oh...oh no...

Well, she wrote it up this far. Now, I'm sure all of you reading a pre wondering how this little situation with Hack came about, well, to Understand that, we have to go back to a little conversation that happened after Electro Swing met Sunset...a conversation that would determine the fate of all of our characters and they very story itself. This conversation had two outcomes, both of which led to vastly different storylines. What you just read, that scene...was one of those outcomes. But there is so much more to this outcome than just that one scene, there is an entirely different story behind it. So, my loyal readers, let me tell you, how one conversation between three individuals...led to either Love or Heartbreak.

Present

But first we have to get one thing cleared up. The Heartbreak storyline is NOT and I repeat is NOT the canon storyline of Cut Above The Rest, its sort of the bad ending to the story, the canon storyline is the Love storyline.

Ok, now that's out of the way we can begin.

Electro walked through the backstreets of Canterlot City, walking through a system of alleyways and tunnels until he came to a certain bar that was hidden from the public eye, 'The Black Cat,' a place where all the thugs hired or employed by The Black Cats Of Music would hang out before being shipped off to get their asses handed to them by Treble.

As he approached the single dirty red steel door in the side of an alley he knocked, resulting in a slider on the door to open and a guy on the other side looked down at the white haired teen before unlocking the door.

"Afternoon Mr Swing, your associates are waitin' at yer usual table." The buff man in a black shirt said in a stereotypical mobster voice.

"Thanks big guy." Electro thanked before walking into the bar, the door being closed behind him.

He walked through the dimly lit room filled with tables and chairs, the only light broom the bar and the candles on the tables. At the back end of the bar sat Electros partners in crime, Chord Chorus and Bass Drop. Chord had spiky green hair, green headphones and black sunglasses that covered his green eyes, a large evil grin on his face. He wore a green leather jacket and was smoking a cigar. Bass had long and slightly spiked black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black zip up hoodie and held a glass of red wine in his hand with a frown on his face, looking deep in thought.

"Hello gents, thanks for meeting me here." Electro greeted with a smirk.

Chord chuckled and blew Sike smoke from his cigar. "Well wed hardly miss pit on a chance to come back to put favourite hangout now would we?"

Bass just remained silent, not looking to his two friends. "Fine, be silent then." Electro groaned as he sat down. "Now, you two know why we are here, we need to come to a decision."

Chord laughed. "What's there to decide? We're going to ruin Trebles life that's that, what's there to talk about?"

"Whether or not you're going to go along with this." Electro said sternly as he pointed to Bass. "You need to decide, are you with us or are you just gonna walk away."

"It's not an easy decision asshole." Bass snapped.

"I don't care that Treble is your half brother Bass you need to make the choice. Help us or leave us, decide...now!" Electro demanded.

Chord put his cigar in his mouth and tilted his head towards Bass. "Buddy, listen. I know that this is hard, but think about how much better your life will be if we get that reward from X, you'll be able to provide for your little sister." Bass seemed to lean more towards the idea. "You'll be able to have a steady relationship with that girl you're with." Leaning more. "And most importantly..." Chord chuckled. "We'll all be stinkin' rich!"

The fate of the two storylines depend on his decision, either walk away and not get involved to allow the Love storyline to take effect...or agreed and push things towards a darker path. "You know what's at stake here...so...what's your answer?"

Bass sighed and set down the glass in his hand.

"....ok..." And so the Heartbreak storyline takes effect...

...he has no idea what he just started.

Author's Notes:

So it begins...